I gripped the crow bar tightly in my hand. There had been no sign of splicers for hours, but you can never be too safe down here. Jack opened the door and ran to the room across the hall. Anxiousness built up in my stomach as I stood in the doorway waiting for him. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and a sense of fear crept up my spine. A sense of helplessness washed over me as I realized I don't know if I could last again without some form of company.

A gunshot fires and fear grips my insides. More resound and echo off the walls. The only sound that remained was an incessant muttering. The noise was the sound of nightmares. It was a sign of a broken mind, where the only thing that's left are the most inhuman parts. I looked up and was facing a nightmare.

She stared back at me. Her face didn't look human. A cat mask clung to her distorted features. She was a shell of the person she was before. A splicer. She lifted the wrench in her hand, but before she could swing I was already in action. The crowbar in my hand connected with her skull. Within seconds and in a spray of blood, the splicer lay unmoving at my feet. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins. The only sound was the blood in my ears.

Where was he? I didn't move, afraid that there might be more splicers. The sound of someone running tensed my muscles. The crowbar was raised behind my head and I was poised to strike. Slowly I turned in the direction of the noise. Every atom of my being screamed for action as the noise came closer and closer.

I stepped into the swing. Everything was in slow motion. The little amount of light the lamp in the office illuminated the face of the figure running towards me. It was Jack. My adrenaline still running, it was difficult to stop the already moving crowbar.

He boldly stepped forward and grabbed the crowbar stopping it in its tracks. The move shocked me as he swooped in, wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me.